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Today, I left work at noon, left the baby in daycare, and spent the afternoon with a friend I only get to see once or twice a year. It was great. We chatted over tapas and a mid-day cocktail. We talked about life, and relationships, and changes, and our 20-something years. It made me feel like I was 20 again...or maybe more like 25.
Five years ago, at 25, I was completely unattached, finishing up my second year of law school, returning from a month of field research in Cambodia, and looking forward to a summer in San Francisco. Now, I work part-time with refugees, am a full-time mom, and spend my time cooking, baking, cleaning, crafting, and enjoying my family. Such different seasons, each special in its own way.
There's nothing like spending an afternoon with an old friend to remind me that I am grateful for friendships and the different seasons of life.